Physical leap, startled, or time travel?
😂
Right now because I read this. And then I realised that I jumped a few days ago because my partner and I were talking about our floorboards, and by pure chance I jumped in the same place and it triggered that memory. But I wouldn’t have remembered it if I hadn’t read this and jumped now.
Literally this afternoon I jumped as high as I could to see if I could touch the ceiling. I could not.
check out Mr Big Shot over here with the high ceilings
The ceilings are normal. He’s actually Mr Small Shot
April. Broke my foot. Sucks, man.
Does bounding up the stairs count? I definitely get air and I do it almost every time I go up stairs. I average about 20 flights of stairs a day.
Your thighs must be hella toned.
The do be. I am a cyclist and biked thousands of miles a year until recently.
Car wouldn’t start.
I went to year 1194 and saw some Turkish guys arguing about some grey men. Later Time Interference and Time Travel Society (TITTS) seized my travel card.
A time Jump, I see
No, gravity.
Yesterday! At a concert. A LOT
About fifteen minutes ago.
The third and fourth stairs leading to my second floor are rotted out and I’m too lazy to replace them so it’s a couple times a day.
Famous last words 💀
Literally a couple hours ago because my coworker asked the same question.
Plot twist: op is your coworker
This afternoon, while walking through a parking lot with my toddler. We had to avoid the cracks.
Today. I exercised
Last time I went down the stairs at my apartment complex. Accidentally started going down on the wrong foot and wouldn’t land on the correct foot when I got off the stairs, so I jumped the last couple. Long story short, in my case it’s an autism thing more than any actual issue, so that is why I jumped.
I don’t quite remember, but sort of like… 8 hours ago while traveling go work in a company bus.
The driver was going quite fast and didn’t notice a speed bump. Shortly, he became a pilot.
Ah fuck it, lets simplify it. 5 seconds ago. There you go.
Almost every day. Whether I’m skipping a step, avoiding a puddle, panic-flailing away from a sudden pile of dog shit, or trying to grab something from a too-high shelf in my small apartment, living in Brooklyn means you’re idiot-floating more often than not
